Ψαλμοί 120

1 ᾠδὴ τῶν ἀναβαθμῶν πρὸς κύριον ἐν τῷ θλίβεσθαί με ἐκέκραξα καὶ εἰσήκουσέν μου

A song of ascents. In distress I cried to the Lord, and he answered me.

2 κύριε ῥῦσαι τὴν ψυχήν μου ἀπὸ χειλέων ἀδίκων καὶ ἀπὸ γλώσσης δολίας

‘Deliver me, Lord, from the lip that is false and the tongue that is crafty.’

3 τί δοθείη σοι καὶ τί προστεθείη σοι πρὸς γλῶσσαν δολίαν

What shall he give to you, you tongue that is crafty? What yet shall he give to you?

4 τὰ βέλη τοῦ δυνατοῦ ἠκονημένα σὺν τοῖς ἄνθραξιν τοῖς ἐρημικοῖς

Arrows of warrior, sharpened, with glowing broom coals together.

5 οἴμμοι ὅτι ἡ παροικία μου ἐμακρύνθη κατεσκήνωσα μετὰ τῶν σκηνωμάτων Κηδαρ

Woe is me that I sojourn in Meshech, that I live by the tents of Kedar.

6 πολλὰ παρῴκησεν ἡ ψυχή μου

Already too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.

7 μετὰ τῶν μισούντων τὴν εἰρήνην ἤμην εἰρηνικός ὅταν ἐλάλουν αὐτοῖς ἐπολέμουν με δωρεάν

I am for peace: but when I speak of it, they are for war.